I can’t believe we’re this close to the end, it feels like there’s still so much story left to tell :-(
Warms my ♥️ to think that AM’s just going to do That for the rest of his life (plus Nezu ☺️)
One of many steps to building healthy trust between heroes and the public:
✨Transparency ✨
*Patrick Star voice* Who are you people?!
Practicality and cute stuff aside, I’m surprised that Inko doesn’t have a backup version of Deku’s first costume for him to use
Recovery Girl? You good hon?
Heteromorph Solidarity, iktr!
Eri and Kota
Sero’s commentary has been insane lately, somebody help him
Also, it’s such a small (and perfectly reasonable) detail, but I couldn’t help but laugh at Midoriya just jumping off the balcony without no hesitation to talk to her
Ochaco Uraraka Traits (Ranked by Izuku Midoriya)
1. Strong
2. Brave ♀️
3. Has a hairdo that’s perfect for her♀️
4. Kind
5. Honest (to be continued…)
I can’t wait for them to meet again, many possibilities
When your lady love is the mother of your adopted son who ran away and you don’t know how to tell her.
Yeh I still ship it. During that whole arc I liked to imagine Toshi was on the sly keeping in contact with Inko to let her know how her son is doing. That poor woman gets left in the dark so often and is seldom privy to anything save for when her son is injured and even then she rarely gets the whole truth.
The secrets out now though so why not let her know the gist of how her boy is doing. She doesn’t have to be let in on the whole deal for the sake of safety and all that but still, a simple ‘He’s doing fine!“, "He is okay!”, “Yes I promise he is eating and keeping healthy!(most of the time at least)” would go a long way. To know her son is still bein cared for (being properly mentored and parented while on the outs is a separate issue entire).
Let Inko have her own burner/guarded phone so she doesn’t have to run herself low with constant worry. She will still worry, she is Inko and she is a mother and that’s just par for the course when you have a child fixin to be hero, or a child in general when they’ve set out on their own or when life takes them down a path where they’re not in your direct sight from day to day any longer. There is no real escaping that constant wonder, fear and at times panic of 'is her son okay?’. Yet she could at least be granted some solace.
The hell do you say tho when check in times have passed and there has been no word and now the only thing you can tell her is you have no idea how their boy is doin. The hell do you tell a woman you just want to be able to grant some comfort to that her kid has gone MIA.
Being a mentor, being a father, being a parent, being a partner. Shit gets stressful yo.
“I’ve never seen you look this happy,” Shoto’s mother said softly as they swayed together on the dance floor, the song they’d chosen for their mother-son dance ringing in Shoto’s ears.
“I’ve never been this happy,” he agreed. “Our family is finally together without Endeavor’s shadow hanging over us, and I’m finally married to the love of my life. This is the happiest day of my life.”
“Good,” his mother replied, tears threatening in her voice. “Happiness is all I’ve ever wanted for you.” Neither of them spoke again after that, and when the song and their dance came to an end, Shoto’s mother stood up on tiptoe to kiss him on the forehead, then moved to his side, out of his line of sight.
“He’s waiting for you,” she murmured in his ear, turning him to face toward the chairs set up around the edge of the dance floor. There sat Izuku and Inko, side by side, having finished their own mother-son dance not long before. Both wore identical expressions, with beaming smiles and shining eyes. As Shoto and his mother approached, they stood, and when they finally met each other at the edge of the dance floor, Inko pulled Shoto into a rib-crushing hug, with a surprising amount of force considering she only came up to his shoulder.
“Welcome to the family,” she whispered.
“Thank you,” Shoto replied, “but I hope you know that I’ve considered myself part of your family for a long time now.”
“Of course,” Inko said tearfully. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Shoto smiled down at her, heart swelling with love for the woman he was thrilled to now call his mother-in-law.
“Mom,” Izuku cut in. “Could I steal my husband for a little bit? I believe we’re owed our first dance.”
“Oh, yes, of course,” Inko replied with a wet sounding laugh. “I’m sorry. Sometimes I forget myself in my old age.”
“It’s okay, Mom,” Izuku said, leaning down to give her a kiss on the cheek before reaching over to take Shoto’s hand in his.
“Are you ready?” he asked softly, emerald eyes locking with heterochromatic ones.
“You know I’d follow you anywhere, and into anything,” Shoto replied. “For better or for worse.”
“Till death do us part,” Izuku answered, leading him out onto the dance floor. They began to move together as the music started, tracing slow circles across the floor while keeping to a waltz step, as Izuku had insisted that anything more complex would inevitably cause him to trip over his own feet. Shoto didn’t care. The complexity or lack thereof of the dance didn’t matter, only who he was doing it with, and he couldn’t have asked for a better partner, in this dance or in life.
With the hand that was held in Izuku’s, Shoto twirled him, and as he reeled him back in, he saw that his eyes were shining with tears and his cheeks were wet with them.
“Why the tears, my love?” he murmured, cupping Izuku’s face between his hand and brushing his tears away with the pads of his thumbs.
“Tears of joy, I promise you,” Izuku replied with a wet laugh, like his mother’s earlier. “This is the happiest day of my life.”
“Mine too,” Shoto agreed.
“Midoriya,” Izuku muttered, apparently to himself. “Shoto Midoriya.” He laughed. “I still can’t quite believe it.” At that, Shoto couldn’t not kiss him, and they finished their dance swaying together while mid lip-lock.
Later, they sat at the sweetheart table, recieving well wishes and congratulations. There were quite a lot of those, as it turned out, from quite a lot of people- All Might, Aizawa and Present Mic, Ururaka, Shinso, and the Bakugos, even Katsuki, who, despite his glowering and grumbling, clearly held true, friendly affection for Izuku and was happy for him, congratulating him by growling, “You two idiots deserve each other,”
Last came Fuyumi and Natsuo, Fuyumi pushing her husband Tensei in his wheelchair while his brother followed in their wake.
“Welcome to the family,” Fuyumi murmured to Izuku, echoing Inko’s sentiment to Shoto from before, letting go of Tensei’s wheelchair to pull Izuku into a hug.
“It’s great to have you,” Natsuo said when they pulled apart, clapping Izuku on the shoulder. Tenya, ever their stiff and formal class rep, despite the fact that they’d all graduated years ago, touched his fists together and bowed to Izuku, saying, “It’s an honor to have you as a brother-in-law.” Izuku beamed at all of them, eyes shining.
“Thank you all so much,” he said. Shoto leaned over and pressed a kiss to his cheek, overcome with joy himself.
“How did I manage to get married before you, Natsu?” he teased, fixing his gaze on his brother. “Didn’t you start dating your girlfriend when I was in high school?”
“Give me a break, you had a head start!” Natsuo exclaimed, playacting at being offended. “You’ve known Izuku for longer than I’ve known my girfriend.”
“I absolutely have not,” Shoto countered. “You two were dating at the beginning of my first year, I’m almost certain.”
“We’ll get here soon, I promise,” Natsuo said with a conspiritorial smile that made Izuku gasp aloud and Fuyumi squeal and immeditately begin pestering Natsuo for details.
After that, the group dispersed, leaving the newlyweds to spend time alone with each other, which they did happily, the crowd and rest of the world falling away until it was just them two. But every time a slow song played, they got up to dance, swaying together in gentle circles, and the night was filled with love and laughter and a joy too great to express.
“So now I’ll be cheering you on with everything I’ve got!!”
-Midoriya Inko
Storytime!! I’ve made a new schedule for myself, to edit and post for Photocaptor on Monday and Thursday, and to do Shout-Out posts on Sundays…sometimes. So, I’ve begun digging through old con folders and found one marked “etc” from Katsucon. All of the shoots we did were organized into their own folders, very neat and tidy, and that’s great…but what was etc?? …HALLWAY SHOTS. More importantly, there are FRIEND photos that I need to share, and there’s no better way to kick off a string of con buddy photos than with Sarah.
Sarah does cooking videos inspired by video games and anime over at Feasting on Fanfare and I think everyone should check out her videos! If you’ve been cooking more at home because of quarantimes, you’ll find some fun, delicious inspiration with Sarah’s cooking videos. \o/
im not even gonna crop your name out this was a shitty thing to say she went from giving up on her son’s dreams to supporting him fully like wym a downgrade
Y O U B I S H. DONT ATTACK HER LIKE THAT. SHE TOO PURE LIKE DEKU
So, this is something that has rattled around in my mind for a long time. It’s mostly common knowledge at this point that when a parent, usually mothers, see their child in danger they can go into a state that allows them to go far beyond the normal strength and pain thresholds of their body. There are stories of parents lifting whole cars and ripping the muscles off their bones to save their kids from danger. This is where my idea comes in.
Do quirks work in the same way in the BNHA world? Would parents be able to activate their quirks far beyond their normal strength in order to save their kids? A father with a slight elasticity quirk stretching 30 feet to create a bridge for his child during an earthquake. A mother with a warming quirk, normally only getting hot enough to be slightly uncomfortable to touch, being able to melt through a car wreck to release their baby from the back seat.
And if this is how it works, wouldn’t it be an interesting idea to see what would happen if a certain green haired boy got in a tough spot with his mother nearby. Imagine Inko Midoriya being first hand witness to a battle with her son on the losing side. Deku getting knocked to the ground and right as the killing blow is about to be struck, something in Inko would snap. Her slight levitation quirk being amplified to something akin to a wall of force or being yanked by a bungie cord tied to a truck. The villain being slammed into walls or just flung hundreds of feet into the air then slammed back down like a meteor spike. The villain would be down for the count and Inko would follow as soon as she saw Izuku was okay.
The consequences would be similar to quirk fatigue, like Endeavor over heating or Bakugo’s wrists hurting, but cranked up to 11. Inko would likely have be hospitalized for some kind of seizure due to the psychic nature of her quirk for some time. It would also be interesting if these types of quirk usage would be treated differently that illegal usage since they are more of an instinct to the parents.
This could also be a fun idea to explore with the other parent figures in the BNHA world, like how Toshinori or President Mic would be impacted by parental instinct quirk enhancement (PIQE?). I would add Aizawa to that list, but we have already seen him in those situations and his quirk can’t really be enhanced in any real way.
